Anger Told Me What To Do
It's quite simple really
I let anger tell me what to do
I followed the 11th Commandment
Thou Shalt Take No .
The massive walls of the
high security prison define
my life, bound together
by tattoos, like those who
keep me alive. It's day
to day here, one kind of
nothing replaces another
kind of nothing until a
year, or two, goes by
without notice, without a
call or a letter or a visitor.
Nothing is between me
and death by these
tattoos and the howling wind.
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